Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Hold the f** up
We gonna take this little intermission to listen
To what the f** I got to say, you know
I been doing this sh** for years:
Holding heat, selling
Using, abusing all kinds of d**;
Robbing n***as, running up in n***as' cribs
You know, the whole sh**
So don't ever in your life get me confused
With some of them other n***as that you might see
On TV
Or hear on the radio and such
Know what I'm saying?
I mean, this is me: P
I'm speaking for my f**ing self
When you see me:
At the show
Or on stage
Or on the street
I DEFINITELY got the gat on me
You know what I'm saying?
And it ain't like I'm trying to be a tough guy
Or trying to make people think I'm crazy
By sayin' all this sh**
But what it is, dat:
I know how n***as gets down, alright?
I used to be in the clubs:
The Muse, The Tunnel, whatever the f**
n***as get they little drink on
Havin'
Fun with they little crew
(You know what I'm saying)
Start cuttin' / shootin' / whatever
Things like that
A lot of these so-called "rap n***as"
Ain't never seen no parts of that sh**
You know what I'm saying
You dig where I'm coming from?
Word up, yo
And I know a lot of y'all n***as —
Matter of fact, all y'all n***as
Is right now listening to this sh**
Is like:
"We gonna see them Mobb Deep n***as
We gonna see what they about
Know what I'm saying, touch them n***as
We gonna see where they head is at."
So yo
I'm gonna let you n***as know right now:
You ain't gotta waste your time
Or your money
On your hospital bills
And if you step to me on a personal level
I don't back down easy
There's a good chance your a** is gonna get
Shot, stabbed, or knuckled down
One out of the three
So don't gamble with your life, duke
Word up
And believe me:
I know very well I could get shot, stabbed or f**ed up too, whatever
— I ain't "Super n***a" /, I'm a little skinny motherf**a
It's all about who gets who first, though
You know what I'm sayin?
So therefore, say no more
To all my n***as: Get the money
Frontin' n***as get deceased
And, oh yeah, to all them rap-a** n***as
With your half-a**ed rhymes
Talking about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke
And that crazy space sh** that don't even make no sense:
Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm saying, word
I'ma have to get on some ole "high school" sh**
Start punching n***as in they face just for living
Yo, I'm finished what I had to say
Ya'll can continue on